Mage Joan

Just when Joan hesitated to warn, the little dwarf had walked to the flat and smooth tree stump, waved a slender cane like a tong, picked up the dead leaves and fallen leaves on the stump, and jumped lightly almost to him A stump of average height, sitting comfortably on it and yawning a lot, it seems to lie down and take a nap. However, at this moment, the stump suddenly shivered.

Joan's eyes widened suddenly! That's right, the stump is shaking, this is by no means an illusion!

The little dwarf also sensed that something was wrong and jumped up from the stump with a "swoosh", leaning down and looking around alertly. However, he did not realize that the danger did not come from the snakes and worms lurking under the stump, but the stump itself. To be precise, it was not a stump, but a "strange" disguised as a stump.

The little dwarf finally realized that he was in a pre-arranged trap and screamed and jumped off the stump and ran away, but it was too late. The ground within five feet of the stump monster suddenly oscillated, and the grass and the mud looked like a pot The violently boiling porridge knocked the little dwarf down on the ground and gnawed his mouth full of mud.

Before the unfortunate goblin could get up, the surrounding ground cracked innumerable crisscross ravines, like greedy throats, to swallow the little prey. Eight black and flexible tentacles stretched out of the deep fissures in the ground, like a serpent that snaked and wriggled, entangled the little dwarf, and dragged it towards the stump monster.

The stump monster also disguised at this time, revealing its true face in front of the prey. The stump-shaped body was split longitudinally in the direction of the little dwarf, and the crack that originally looked like the texture of the bark surface quickly ripped to both sides, becoming a A large black mouth covered with fangs and fangs, a thick mouth of saliva flowing down the corner of the mouth, like melted turpentine.

The little dwarf screamed in shock and waved his cane to beat the tentacles that wrapped his legs. This little walking stick couldn't kill the tentacle at all, and the little dwarf was still dragged near the stump's greedy throat.

The little dwarf made the last bet, struggling to throw the cane towards the body of the stump monster. The stump monster seemed to disdain to dodge, swallowing this little weapon into his throat with a big mouth suck, and it clicked and shattered.

Hearing the horrible sound of sharp teeth crunching the cane, the little dwarf naturally thought of the next fate of his own bones, trembling and sobbing, desperately calling for help.

Joan looked at the scene before him, and his heart rippled. In this primitive jungle, the natural law of weak meat and strong food dominates sentient beings. Hunting and hunting are the most common things. The scene seen in front of us is actually just the daily hunting in the jungle. Joan admits that the stump monster's practice of trapping the little dwarf is blameless, and that it is nothing more than a brain for survival. This kind of strangeness living in the forest can not be said to be so evil. Like wild animals such as little dwarfs and even tigers, leopards, bears and wolves, it is impossible to judge the good or bad by the moral standards of human society. However, when he heard the miserable cry of the little dwarf, he still couldn't bear it.

Between the Stump Monster and the Little Dwarf, Joan is obviously more sympathetic to the latter, not only because the Little Dwarf's appearance and habits are closer to humans, but also because it is the prey. Joan is not a good person in the absolute sense, but the country town where he lived with a simple folk customs and the education he received since childhood have prompted him to form a simple concept of sympathizing with the weak and disgusting with bullying.

The desperate cry of desperation came to his ears, and Joan hesitated for a few seconds before finally deciding to intervene. Quickly completing preparations for casting spells, Qiao An quietly released the "Hand of the High Mage", and the invisible magic hand clenched the "Electric Light Blade" to the open space of the forest, grabbing the remote control enchanting dagger before the little dwarf was bitten by the stump monster. With a few clicks, all the tentacles of the little dwarf were cut off.

The little dwarf rolled and fell on the lawn. The stump monster on the opposite side made an angry howl, spurting dark green plasma on the tentacle section, dancing wildly. As soon as Joan rescued the little dwarf, he rushed towards the riverside, intending to ride a horse and escape from the scene before the stump monster caught up.

Joan retreated to the pine tree with horses and looked back, and found that the stump monster had just pulled his lower body out of the soil, climbing on the ground with countless beard-like tentacles, just like a big octopus that landed. It moves slowly like a turtle.

Joan couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. With the speed at which the stump blamed the turtle, it was impossible to catch up with himself. I was overly careful before. After a little thought, Joan gave up his original intention of escaping as soon as possible, and turned to remote control "Hand of High Master" to poke the stump monster with an electric blade across a hundred feet away. If the monster tries to seize the dagger with tentacles, Joan activates the magic of the electric blade, releasing an arc to bombard the stump monster, and withdraws the dagger while his tentacles are paralyzed by electricity.

The stump moved hard to chase Joan, but Joan kept a distance from it with vigilance, holding it in circles in the woods, as if flying a kite. After the stump's dull mind finally realized that he could never catch up with the cunning young mage, his body had been stabbed by the electric blade no less than ten wounds. The stump gave up chasing helplessly, turned around and tried to escape into the depths of the jungle. Joan took the opportunity to catch up, and the remote control electric blade stabbed twice behind it. The stump monster finally uttered a desperate whine, and it stopped moving, fell to the ground, bleeding, and stopped breathing within two minutes.

Joan took a sigh of relief, withdrew the electric blade, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

The little dwarf escaped from the dead, carefully came out of the bushes, grabbed a stone and hit the stump monster’s body, confirmed that he was really dead, then assuredly drilled out of the bushes, and walked to Joan, He took off his hat seriously and bowed, thanking him for his life-saving grace.

Qiao An also bowed and returned the gift, expressing the effort in a half-familiar wood language, and you are welcome. Just as he was planning to leave, the little dwarf's old face with a strong contrast to his figure showed a twisted smile, and suddenly raised his hand to shoot him a beam of colorful brilliance.

Joan didn't expect that the little dwarf even enemed him and suddenly attacked himself. He couldn't help being hit by the beam of colored light in his hand. He felt sore eyes and dizziness, just like a cut down pile fell on his back. Under the consciousness gradually blurred.

At the last moment before the coma, Joan realized that the little dwarf had just taken off his hat and bowed to cover his left hand's spell-casting movement, and then shot his own spell called "Colorful Jet". Although he didn't kill him on the spot, he did. Will temporarily lose consciousness.

What will happen after that? Joan didn't dare to imagine, too late to think, fell asleep with deep anger and remorse.

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Fortunately, "Colorful Jet" is only a ring of spells. Joan wakes up in less than a minute. When he opens his eyes, he sees the little dwarf is tossing his suitcase, and he also tries to give the grandfather to him. Unlock the bag.

Joan was startled and angry, and sat up suddenly and shouted. The little dwarf was startled by him, quickly grabbed the "storage bag" and ran away.

Joan watched the ungrateful thief get into the jungle, and his blood was about to freeze.

The storage bag is not only a precious gift from my grandfather, but also contains all his belongings in the pocket. If he loses this money, how will he pay Leiden College's tuition?

Is the opportunity for further study that you finally got, just like that?

When the figure of the little dwarf disappeared in the depths of the jungle, Joan's dream of studying almost disappeared. A bitter sense of despair filled the heart, and this despair turned into anger that could not be described in words, prompting him to jump up quickly, rushing into the woods like crazy, leaving only one thought in his mind:

Catch up with the little dwarf and regain the storage bag carrying all your dreams!

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